He looked her in the eye,
while she showered his ego,
his mind might wish to cry
he couldn’t reveal he might go.
Talk to me about life today,
how fortunate we are to live
how easy it is to simply step away
even just after looking so alive.
See that’s the beauty of conversation
knowing someone is listening,
the laughter, the genuine ideation
of this is our reality, keep it happening.
I drove home today imagining only
oncoming traffic coming my way,
I’m thankful I cannot get past the beauty
of letting each driver live lives without delay.
Imagine if one sudden move were to suggest
these really are the fears I cannot digest.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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